I shiver with pain
They call me insane
But what do they see?
Just the outer part of me?

I cannot breathe,
Because I am insane,
They just looked over
And tagged me a name
But do they see the soul my insides claim?

I do not know
If I am blind
Or if I am surrounded by blindness.

Love is like
a cigarette:
temporary,
but worthless
if kept
unlit.

i take on other people's fears
find their masks lying around
i put them on for fun

i pull threads from people's coats
make a cocoon of them
of the weaknesses
the dreads
the sadness

but why

i want to know what it feels like
want to have pity on their starving, naked souls

but they eat me alive.

let them be keepers of their own darkness
i say
let them reach to you through the prison bars, the high bars set by society that most can never grasp
but i have to take off my shawl and drape it round their shoulders

it's all that i have left

there are two sides to me
one wants to give and give
the other wants to take and keep and scowl at the rainbows as they form overhead

one loves the sun
the other wishes that the rain would stay forever

how to pull me out of myself
out of the dark abyss i've created for my soul

There are galaxies in your eyes.
On sleepless nights, I want to stare
Into the constellations in your iris,
And watch as the galaxies spin endlessly
With every breath, every smile, every heartbeat.
I can see, in your eyes
Every ocean, every sea, every body of water.
When you’re calm, they’re lazy rivers,
Gently flowing along.
But as you become passionate, the rivers
Turn into seas, the waves rocking me.

I wouldn’t mind being in space alone
Or being lost at sea,
If it meant I had a little part of you with me.

You were a great person and a great pharmacist.
You were killed in cold blood and you will be missed.
You were murdered because of some Oxycontin.
You're dead but you won't be forgotten.
It's sad to know that you won't be coming back.
Your life was taken away by a sick maniac.
Being killed because of some pills was evil and low.
Many people loved you and we all hated to see you go.
Now your family and friends are forced to say goodbye.
I really liked your pharmacy and you were a nice guy.

we hide ourselves
in hope that someone, some-when,
would want to find us.

It was within these halls you stood now that I walked hand in hand with him weeks ago
It was the same paintings he had kissed me to that you are now admiring alone


He and I both wore white and looked quite lovely
You wore head-to-toe black, implying something


An event I shared with him that happened a few weeks ago that was only captured by memory
An Instragram moment for you that  you will share to anyone who's watching and listening


In a party over a year ago, you saw me sitting alone and scared of everyone
I caught you staring at me while your arms were wrapped around someone

Our eyes met then like the way one stares at a beautiful painting.
But like an onlooker, we walk away with nothing...


Fast forward 12 months--
Our first trip to the museum
With you as your only company
and me in the arms of somebody


Though I was happy being with him, I have yet to have someone of my own
Here you are currently, pushing away the sadness of your state of isolation


What if that coincidence went further
and we both saw each other?
Amidst the oil on canvas and statues
Would I have a chance with you?


These questions run my mind as it wasn't long ago I've been in the floors you now stand
The missed opportunity from a year ago is probably another missed one a year later

She believed in love at first sight but had always been disappointed.





He believed that all females are good looking but the soul is the only way to prove their individualism.